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STONEY CREEK
The winding highway led Chelsea towards Stoney Creek. Her mother had left her car at Emerald Lake, and the two were traveling together to the farm to join Sydney. Her daughter invited them to spend the night while Jax was in Kelowna on business with Chaz. They turned onto the main street. “I haven’t been here since Christmas. There seems to be some sprucing up going on. Look at those gorgeous hanging flower baskets and the new branding sign.” They passed the newly installed wooden sign with a painted insignia of waterways and golden fields and carved letters reading: Welcome to Stoney Creek, where the living is easy.
“It seems every town is trying to outdo the other with branding,” Elizabeth said. “It’s a complete waste of taxpayer money, if you ask me.”
“Nice to see
